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| The One Where Dee Dee Returns | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 31 2017, 04:19 PM (74 Views) | |
| It's Dee Dee | May 31 2017, 04:19 PM Post #1 |
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Through a dark and smoky room a martini on a waitress’s tray manages to navigate through a crowd of stylish folks until it finally is set down by an unseen person in front of a distracted blonde-haired woman who is holding a mirror in front of her face. She is wearing a stunning black dress and flicks a couple of last hairs into place as the drink is placed in front of her. The waitress scurries off as the blonde lays down the pink handled mirror revealing herself to be Dee Dee Summers. Dee Dee who? Well, had you been around a year ago and paid some attention to the Hellcats division you’d probably already know the answer to that question. Either way, it’s Dee Dee Summers. She looks a little shocked at the drink in front of her and looks around the bar in confusion. DEE DEE: “Whoa, who ordered this? It’s like a real drink. Like not a fake drink, like a real adult drink.” There doesn’t seem to be to many people paying attention to Dee Dee in the corner booth or the music is playing far too loud for anyone to hear what she is saying, either way her question goes on deaf ears. DEE DEE: “Hello?” After a couple of seconds and with a face that found its way into the cookie jar without someone noticing Dee Dee picks up the martini and gives it a sniff, she swirls around the olive in the glass and places that onto the table with a disgusted look. DEE DEE: “Gross, olive.” Slowly she brings the drink up to her face and takes the tiniest of sips possible. She does her best to sample what little of the drink found its way past her lips, and after a couple of seconds goes back for a second and little bit bigger sip. DEE DEE: “Cool… I’m like an adult now.” As if hearing from some unseen voice Dee Dee begins to look around as she takes another drink from the glass and with her other hand she picks up the mirror from the table. The reflection in the mirror is of Dee Dee, just a little bit different expression is on her face, gone is the childlike smirk as she drinks from the martini and instead there is a more serious expression. The reflection speaks. DEE DEE: “No, you’re not an adult. That’s just water you’re drinking, One. Two was just playing trick on you. I think it’s time you let me out here, this is more of my scene and it’s past your bedtime.” The Dee Dee not in the mirror curls her bottom lip pouting as she puts down the martini glass. The Dee Dee in the mirror looks a little sympathetic towards herself not in the mirror. DEE DEE: “It’ll be all okay, One. You’ve got to get some rest now, we’ve got a lot to get ready for. Vengeance is challenging work and we’re going to need all the energy possible if we’re going to get all the payback that we want. So, uncurl that lip and I’ll make sure Two tucks you for the night.” The Dee Dee at the table uncurls her lip slowly, and bows her head closing her eyes in the process. The mirror shakes a little bit but then she picks her head back up and catches the mirror before it slips from her hand. With her other hand she picks up the martini glass and downs it completely before looking at the empty glass in disappointment. DEE DEE: “That’s right, just water. We’re going to need something a little bit stronger than that.” As she places down her glass there seemingly is a shot of pain the runs down her left hand into her arm which causes some discomfort and causes her to squeeze her hand as tight as possible before slowly relaxing the muscle. DEE DEE: “A lot stronger.” |
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